Today, our final day of National Poetry Month, Sarah asked us to write whatever we choose. I chose to revisit the prompt earlier in the month when we were allowed to break the rules.
Donnetta gave us the freedom to borrow a line/s from a poem to inspire our writing today. I have always enjoyed borrowing a line but I didn’t expect my line to come from a podcast this morning. To write my modified Golden Shovel, I borrowed “old limbs keep falling even when no wind stirs” from Helen Pruitt Wallace’s poem, To the Buyer of Our Old Home.
Brittany challenged me today to write a poem with some reference to science. Serendipity would have it that I’d listen to a poetry podcast and hear the words of the intro and knew that’s where my poem would be found. I loved Major Jackson’s introduction and used it to write a blackout poem.
Here is what he said and below it is my poem:
“As we stroll slowly beneath the earth’s giants, amidst fungi, moss, lichen, and ferns, we are being workshopped in dappled light. What’s restorative isn’t merely the smells and sounds of woodlands, chirping birds and glimpses of wildlife. We are forced to confront the illusions of modern life. We are awash with a simplicity that takes us to idylls of clarity, that encourages introspection.”